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The Princess

The serpents haunting the sea
Had dragged her by her limbs
Flesh eaten to the bone,
There wasn't a single trace of who she was.
Legend goes;
Her words were too bold,
Her profundity had awakened parts of the world,
Most wanted to keep deceased

The self loathing was the peak of my downfall,
My ghastly screams heard on a never ending loop,
head hung in shame,
Running away was my only choice.

The exile was the worst of it,
With daggers in my spine,
Hunters on my trail,
Rotting was my solution.
The poisons were my water,
And letters of fragmentary virtues,
were as good as scripture.

She had been told from a young age
There were two options;

Stand true,
Let authenticity run from your veins,
Speak from your lips,
and watch as you get ripped apart
Mercilessly, by the tricks and lies
The brutalities and traps.
They will come with conscious selfishness,
in the name of righteousness
  And
you'll sink to the bottom
To never be found again.

Or dim yourself.
Bend to the ways of the world,
Let virtue be a boost of ego
Dye your hair,
Draw your eyes and face to
fit the boxes they want you to be in,
Live in any world but yours.
Become friends with the cruelest,
in time horrible things,
Will become the norm,
But life will be easier.

I was always told to stay dim.
Begged to do so,
At that young age,
To save me from my own ghastly screams
That are engraved in the walls
Witness to the consequence
Of my choice.

To be true is beautiful,
Only the best pieces of life come from
Being unafraid to bend to anything,
a lesson flourishing as the days go.
Content with the misunderstood enigma
To follow.

The serpents haunting the sea
Had dragged her by her limbs
and her last words were;
Allow the hunters to do as they wish,
For the power I breed will always,
Intrinsically be,
In life and death,
unmatched.